Elsa gets competitive

Elsa shifted her shoulders, trying to break free of Sam’s hold, but Sam shifted her arms quickly to catch her and keep her in check. They struggled like this silently as Elsa grew more and more frustrated by her predicament. Sensing this, Sam tried to lighten the mood by wrapping her arms around her opponent for an intimate hug, squeezing her boobs playfully.

“Maybe after I win, I can use you as a floatation device!” Sam teased, squishing Elsa’s boobies once again. Elsa gasped and Sam darted her fingers back into Elsa’s snatch. “Eight… Ten…” she started counting again.

Elsa didn’t want to be used as a floatation device. She grit her teeth. “I think I’d rather be on top!” she retorted, straightening out her body to **** Sam backward, onto the mat. To her surprise, this also managed to knock her opponent’s arms off her private parts. Once freed, the swimmer spun away from Samantha’s grasp and rolled onto her feet.

Sam got to her feet as well and faced the slim brunette with a bemused grin.

“OK, not bad… I was worried you were going to make it too easy,” she said.

“I’ve only just begun!” Elsa replied, feeling the fire of competition flaring up inside of her. She wasn’t about to be humiliated by this woman. She was going to show Sam exactly what she was made of!

This time, the lifeguard dove in low, aiming for Sam’s legs. Sam back stepped, then lunged on top, grabbing Elsa in a headlock and keeping her weight pressed down with her legs spread apart to hold her opponent in place. Elsa tried to swing out from under Sam, but the veteran knew how to shift her balance to keep the brunette underneath. They dueled like this as time ticked away. Sam thwarted every escape attempt Elsa was making with ease and control. She was well practiced in keeping her opponent down. Elsa started to get frustrated, but kept at it.

As time moved on, Sam didn’t like how the match was going. She was maintaining control but didn’t have Elsa in a position to score points. She could feel her stamina slowly wearing down as she had to keep on guard for every move. Meanwhile, Elsa was staying strong, likely due to her built up conditioning from swimming and surfing. She was quickly gaining a feel for where Sam was going and using momentum to make it even harder to pin her down.

It was only a matter of time until Sam was too fatigued to keep up and Elsa slipped out from under her. Sam dropped to the mat and Elsa came around and landed on top, pinning her. She grabbed Sam’s leg and lifted it up to her shoulder so that Sam was split and wide open for a fingering! Elsa plunged in! Her fingers were immediately warm and moist, feeling Sam’s vagina canal close in around them. Sam yelped.

“Two!” Elsa counted out with a grin of satisfaction. She started to stroke. Sam rocked her hips involuntarily and let out a soft sigh. “Four!”

Sam laid there for a moment, barely able to fight back. She was still breathing heavily from their grueling scuffle. She had to lay there and take the fingering until she could recover enough strength to fight back. Elsa’s fingers were so slender and long, she could feel them deep inside her and her pussy ached for more.

“Six! Eight!” Elsa continued to count as her fingers prodded Sam’s hole. Sam just stared up, seeing Elsa above her, staring back down. If this wasn’t a match, she felt inclined to reach up and pull Elsa in for a kiss. “Ten… Twelve!”

Elsa was taking the lead, but Sam could see ways out of the weak hold. She was just biding her time before the counter attack.

“Fourteen! Sixteen!” Elsa added, thoroughly penetrating the petite noirette. Her fingers began to glisten with Sam’s juices. “You’re not giving up now, are you?” she wondered out loud.

“Just giving you a head start…” Sam replied gamely.

“Well, feel free to jump in at any time…” Elsa taunted.

“How about now?” Sam asked, pushing up with her raised leg, forcing Elsa’s hand out of her pussy. She then wrapped her legs around Elsa’s fingering arm at the shoulder and clasped her wrist. Sam rolled over, wrist locked in her grip, then sat up on her knees, locking Elsa face down in an armbar!

“Wh… How?” Elsa asked, befuddled. Sam was sitting on her back, pulling her arm up between the petite pixie’s legs. She could apply painful pressure by leaning back more but instead, she was keeping Elsa locked down and rubbing herself against the arm.

With a small shudder, Sam brought herself to a climax. She had been on edge since the moment they stripped naked at the pool. The lead up to the match had built up the sexual tension so thick that she almost came when Elsa had her fingers in her pussy. She didn’t want her sexual frustration to cloud her judgment, so she decided to get herself off without giving more points to her opponent.

“I could have done that for you…” Elsa offered, turning her head to the side so she could breathe.

“You were taking too long, I had to take matters into my own hands,” Sam teased.

“Oh, if you’d just given me a few more seconds, I’m sure I could have found the right technique…” Elsa suggested while she attempted to wriggle out of Sam’s grasp.

“That’s what I was afraid of!” Sam giggled. She switched over to Elsa’s legs, hooking one under her arm while she reached down to the crevasse below. “Let me show you how it’s done! Eight… Ten…!”

Elsa struggled underneath. She could feel Sam ass on her cheeks, slipping into her lower back, but still balanced enough to keep her pinned to the ground. She shuddered as she felt the fingers insert inside her and start to rub. She didn’t want to admit it, but Sam was very good with her hands. Not only was she inexperienced in pleasing others, Elsa’s wrestling skills were lacking as well. She was stumped on how to get out of this predicament. Her best guess was to roll over, but Sam was shifting her bodyweight to prevent that. The only other thing the slender brunette could think of was to grab Sam’s leg and pull it underneath her. She gave it a try and, on the count of fourteen, managed to flip Sam onto her side and scuttle away.

Sam lunged after her, forcing Elsa to dodge. It became a cat and mouse chase as Elsa did everything she could to keep out of her opponent’s superior wrestling grasp. Just as before, Sam started to tire out before Elsa. Elsa’s stamina was proving to be her saving grace. Sam had to back off to recollect herself and Elsa sensed that this was her opportunity to turn the tables!

She knew that she was outmatched wrestling-wise, but if she could come up with something that could take advantage of her stamina, she could eke out a win.